It Is The Duty Of Man To

A Poem Is Something Sacred. Let No One Take It For Anything Except Itself.

Men Are Like The Stars; Some Generate Their Own Light While Others Reflect The Brilliance They Receive.

Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca, En Julio Como En Enero, Para El Amigo Sincero Que Me Da Su Mano Franca. Y Para El Cruel Que Me Arranca El Corazon Con Que Vivo, Cardo Ni Oruga Cultivo Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca. I Have A White Rose To Tend In July As In January; I Give It To The True Friend Who Offers His Frank Hand To Me. And To The Cruel One Whose Blows Break The Heart By Which I Live, Thistle Nor Thorn Do I Give: For Him, Too, I Have A White Rose.

The Dagger Plunged In The Name Of Freedom Is Plunged Into The Breast Of Freedom.

To Educate Is To Give Man The Keys To The World, Which Are Independence And Love, And To Give Him Strength To Journey On His Own, Light Of Step, A Spontaneous And Free Being.